All Chapters of Buying Charlotte: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The following evening, having slept most of the day, I am bathed, made up, dressed to the nines, and feel like a million dollars.My Master has been very specific about what I should wear: a black satin wrap-around skirt, held in place only with two buttons; a matching halter top, which ties at the neck and, cut low, unbuttons at the front; stockings; shoes with a heel, but not too high, chic but comfortable. My red silk panties tie at the sides. A heavy Cleopatra-style necklace. Hair up, eyes lined dark, lips deeply scarlet, expensive perfume. Looking at myself in the mirror, I feel completely fuckable.Michael is carrying a briefcase and I wonder what is in it.We take a taxi to a part of the city I do not know. Basically medieval, modernity has over-run it, and in the darkness of the evening, neon glares brilliantly at me, garish ad boards dazzle, and the noise of traffic is deafening. Pulling into the rear car park of an unfamiliar building, the noise abates and I wonder wher

Blindfolded and bent forward at the waist over some padded object, a cock presses to my lips. Despite my blindness, I know it is my Master from his delicious musky scent. Speaking down to me, his voice is low. I do not think that the other men in the room will hear him."Are you alright, Charlotte? You can handle this?""Yes, Master. I a´m alright." And I reach forward, as best I can from my awkward position, to take his cock in my mouth. It trembles and twitches against my lips, as I lick away the briny droplet of pre-cum I can taste on the tip.A body is behind me, fingers toying with my pussy lips, winding into my wet curls and rippling through my folds. My Master´s voice again. "That´s Michael behind you right now. But it´s going to be all of them. You´re okay with that?"I pull away from sucking my Master´s delicious erection. "Yes, Master. I´m fine with that. I...I...want..."Lost as to how to express my state of sheer molten arousal, my words trail away. In the last ho

A long soak in a hot bath, and a meal later, I am feeling much better and wondering if my Master and Michael will expect anything more of me tonight. I hope not. Walking bow-legged is hard work.But I needn´t have worried. My Master brings me a hot chocolate and packs me off to bed. "Sleep Charlotte. You´ll be better for it tomorrow and we´ll all enjoy ourselves then."And I do sleep, very well.-----The following day, we again have a ´day off´. My Master and Michael take me to the beach, where we eat ice cream, frolic in the waves together before swimming well out to sea, and later baste ourselves on the sands under hot sun. Michael forgets to reapply his tanning lotion after swimming and his face turns quite red against his blond hair.Lunch is seafood paella with wine, a dry rosé, pink as the prawns in the food and smelling of fresh flowers and summer days.Later, back in my Master´s apartment, on the bed in the mirrored room, my Master lies to one side of me, stroking

"So, Charlotte. It is our final day together tomorrow."Stretched out on my back, my Master is lying beside me, stroking my stomach and left breast, as we keep company together on the bed in his beautiful mirrored room. Candles glimmer and their multiple reflections cast a gloried shimmering light.Michael, on the other side of me, is suckling at my right breast, a free hand stroking at my thigh.We are not exactly in lustful mood, more sensual: occupying a kind of sexual hinterland resulting from several days of roller-coaster, carnal adventure after I auctioned myself and my virginity to my Master. I am not a Virgin anymore."Yes, Master. Our final day.""I hope you have enjoyed our time together? No regrets?""No Master. It´s been wonderful. You - and Michael - have opened my eyes; changed my view of the world."Michael chuckles through his mouthful of my right nipple. My Master smiles. "I can imagine. To have been through your miserable non-marriage... I know it wa

As the glitter fades, I have a final moment as my Master cums and spurts. His cream jets, hot over my lips and tongue, and as my mouth fills my pussy leaps again. I convulse, a paroxysm of pleasure once more rippling through me.The cock in my mouth juddering and dripping, my pounding cunt clenching and pulsating, I scream. My hands flail, snatching at whatever is in reach: my Master´s thighs. My pelvis bucks and jerks and I find myself whooping and laughing. It is so good, I don´t know what else to do.I am still laughing as my Master pulls away from me and joins Michael, now sitting by me, watching my performance with a sparkling smile."I trust all was in order my Lady?" he asks. Michael is not generally talkative, so I feel that I have made an impression.I lie back, limp, exhausted but grinning like an idiot. "You could say that." My Master looks amused. "You´re going to wear us both out Charlotte. Perhaps we should eat?"We order food. Steak. Salad. Delicious little